Those Who Trust (Phan)

Part 36

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When Phil made hot chocolate it wasn't always perfect. Sometimes there were little chunks in it that he didn't manage to dissolve when mixing the powder into the milk, but he always made up for it by putting little marshmallows on top.

It's quite funny, the way Phil's personality matched the way he made hot chocolate, Dan mused as he took a sip from the mug, watching Phil over the rim of it sitting at the dining table talking on the phone with his mum. Phil was sweet but he wasn't perfect, but when he messed up, he always made sure to fix what he had done wrong and make sure no lasting damage was left behind.

With October the cold started to seep into their apartment and gave them a reason to use their fireplace again. Dan was wrapped in a cosy blanket, feet clad in fuzzy socks poking out at the end.

"Yes mum. I can't promise anything though. I know. I love you too."

Phil hung up and got up from the chair, only to let himself fall on the couch next to Dan and steal half of his blanket, exposing Dan's arm. A dissatisfied grunt from Dan and a bit of shuffling later, they were both kind of under the blanket together as much as their heights allowed it, Dan's head resting on Phil's shoulder and their feet intertwined.

"I told you my parents are coming to London next weekend, right?" Phil asked. Dan hummed in agreement. He remembered he'd heard something like that. Sometimes Phil would talk to him and Dan would nod along and make all the right noises at the right times without really listening, and then barely remembering what they had talked about in the first place. Phil's parents coming, that sounded familiar.

"They'd really like to meet you."

Dan stilled instantly.

"Why?"

"Because you're my boyfriend? They've been bugging me about this for quite a while now and I've always fought them off, but you'd make them really happy if you would meet them."

Swallowing harshly, Dan pressed his face against the fabric of Phil's jumper, mumbling his concerns into the knitted wool. "What if they don't like me?"

Phil snorted and affectionately ruffled Dan's hair.

"They're going to like you a lot. I don't think you've realized it quite yet, but you're very lovable, Dan."

Huffing at being called lovable, Dan glared up at his boyfriend, half of his face still hidden away.

"What if they think I'm too young for you?"

"You're worrying too much about this, darling. If your parents managed to accept me as your boyfriend, I doubt my parents will have a problem with you. You don't have to meet them though if you really don't want to."

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course."

Phil leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of Dan's head, his brown hair slightly tickling his nose and smelling like coconut.

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Dan did end up meeting the Lester family the following weekend, and he was a nervous mess as he did so. He'd chewed Phil's ears off for two days while thinking about what to wear, and on Saturday he was convinced that his hair looked like a complete mess, going as far as washing it a second time to straighten it again to make it look better, which according to Dan hadn't worked. Phil on the other hand thought that Dan looked just fine, but as he tried to tell him that, Dan scoffed at him to stop lying.